"I don’t ask why me anymore. I believe everyone, everything I have been through, every person I have met, is in my life for a purpose. A reason, a season, and/or a lesson." Beautifully honest words from Lisa Mae. She writes an inspiring grief blog called The Road Back To Life; it is absolutely worth the … Continue reading As Told By Lisa Mae
The Grief Reality somehow stumbled, tripped and fell our way into a wider grief community, outside of wordpress. We could not be more grateful for the support, advice and joy Katie and I have felt across our social media platforms. One Instagram account that has given me a particular amount of support, is GoodGrief_UK. They … Continue reading “How Grief Changes Our Sense of Self”
One of our most inspiring bloggers, @bereavedsingledad , has agreed to write a guest post for us about the loss of his father when he was younger. It is a lovely post, and we are very grateful that Gary was able to write for us. Here is the link to his blog, so you can give him a read; grab a cup of tea, because you'll be reading for a while! As soon as you start, you won't want to stop.
You aren't your grief. You aren't what happens to you in this life, you are how you deal it. You won't always feel so small.
But this is my world. Those were the cards I had been dealt. I have been living without my Mum for 14 months now. I have been doing okay.
We are truly exhausted physically, but mentally, we are stronger and happier than ever.
The sun is still in the sky and shining above you. Thank you for coming on this journey with me.
Just two girls trying to pack up their home, waiting for their lives to start... But doing it with a smile every step of the way!
When my Mum passed away, I willed my life to stay exactly how she left it – perfectly untouched like the crisp layer of newly fallen snow, blanketing my life. I daren’t take a step forward in fear of altering what she had left. I awkwardly lived around her belongings, preserving her life in our home.
I enjoyed being outside of my comfort zone. I enjoyed not knowing the language, and the noise of the family around me. I was free. I had never felt more lost, and I had never felt more ‘found’ before.